The Hit Job
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The Hit Job

I just heard the name of the Chabad Synagogue’s killer. And I’ve already forgotten it.

You accomplished nothing. You are forgotten.

I’m terrible at remembering names. Sometimes I worry too much about how to make a new introduction go smoothly to concentrate on someone’s name. No such concern about your name, you subhuman piece of shit.

You’re nothing. Actually, you were nothing. And you made certain that anything you do in the rest of your miserable life will amount to nothing. Anything you did up to this moment was…




humor | culture | football | trouble

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julian rogers

julian rogers

Maker of words & other annoyances. Communicator & strategist. Owner of unimportant yet still vexing thoughts + publisher of The Hit Job. Twitter: @thejujueye.

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